How High?

I've spent the day pretty well drugged up, hoping I'd be able to breathe, and for brief moments have managed just that. Mostly I'm dizzy, passed out on the couch, mouth open. I'm sure I looked lovely. At least there was no drool. Well, this time there was no drool. You know I'm sick when I go to bed at 10 PM. I took my shot of Nyquil and headed off to bed, shocking the hell out of everyone. I woke up a little after 5 this morning, once again unable to breathe. Popped some Advil Cold & Sinus and plopped back in bed. Except for a minor outing this morning, I've stayed mostly in a semi-vegetative state on the couch.

I look like hell. I look so bad that my father came up to me-- after I put on makeup, mind you-- and said "You look bad. No, really bad. You look like shit." Yes, my own father. Can't you feel the love?

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Damn:
It makes me really feel like shit when I hear about a 4 year-old selling paintings for thousands of dollars. Then I saw the paintings (lost the link, sorry) and I felt even worse. They're damn good.

Whoops:
School caf gives margaritas to the kiddies.

Hee!:
Kerry Haters for Kerry. I don't quite hate the guy, but I'm not all that fond of him either. But I'm voting for him anyway.

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Added a Random Surrealism Generator at the bottom. Hope y'all (all three of you) enjoy!